Cyril
I couldn’t speak.
Not because I didn’t want to but because I simply didn’t know how.
His words… they didn’t just linger in the air. They settled deep inside me, pressing against everything I thought I knew, everything I had believed so strongly in for weeks.
I had been wrong.
The realization didn’t come all at once. It crept in slowly, painfully, like a truth I had been avoiding was finally forcing its way to the surface.
My fingers tightened slightly around the paper in my hand as my mind replayed everything he had just said.
Everything he had shown me.
I had expected excuses.
That was the truth.
I had walked into this conversation prepared to defend myself, prepared to reject whatever explanation he gave me. I thought he would try to twist the situation, to cover up what
